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After Awakening, I Could Hear My Archenemy’s Inner Thoughts 58

Still Drinking? Your Wife's About to Be Gone! (Part 2)

 

Lost in thought, Sang Dai paid no attention to Su Xuan beside her.

 

Su Xuan propped his chin on one hand, quietly watching her. Today, she wore a soft sky-blue robe. The cool, pale color accentuated her calm and aloof demeanor. Even the ornaments on her hair matched the same hues. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful he found her, his heart itching with the urge to fill an entire house with clothes and accessories for her—so he could dress up his beloved every day in something new.

 

A few strands of Sang Dai’s hair fell over the side of her face, making her profile look especially delicate. A small blue yingluo [an ornamental tassel or accessory] hung from her earlobe.

 

The marks he had left on her last night were already gone. As a Heaven-grade spiritual root awakener, her powerful self-healing ability meant that those kiss marks had faded completely after just one night.

 

Su Xuan’s gaze lingered on the smooth, pale skin of her neck, and the memories of last night resurfaced vividly in his mind.

 

He had kissed her for a very, very long time. Although he hadn’t gone further, her ears and neck had been thoroughly kissed by him.

 

Noticing the quiet beside her, Sang Dai turned to look at him.

 

The little fox’s gaze was fixed intently on her, unwavering. Following his line of sight, Sang Dai froze.

 

She gripped her teacup tightly, her ears burning red. The memories she had intentionally suppressed suddenly surged back into her mind.

 

“You, you—you, can’t you go focus on something proper?” she stammered, flustered. “Stop looking at me.”

 

Her voice trailed off at the end, the embarrassment clear in her tone.

 

Su Xuan squinted slightly, realizing something, and leaned closer.

 

“What’s wrong? Why doesn’t Miss Sang want me to look at her?”

 

“Just don’t look!”

 

“Oh? Not only did I look, but I kissed you too.”

 

Sang Dai covered his mouth, glaring at him. “Shut up! Forget what happened last night!”

 

Su Xuan, still smiling beneath her hand, murmured, “Can’t forget. It was too good to stop.”

 

His voice was muffled under her palm, the warmth of his breath spreading across her skin, sending an inexplicable shiver through her.

 

She quickly withdrew her hand, startled. The fox spirit continued to tease her without even realizing it.

 

Resting his chin on his hand, he gazed at Sang Dai with his pair of beautiful, smiling eyes. There was no offense in his look—only an overwhelming tenderness, so clear that even Sang Dai couldn’t miss it.

 

Su Xuan’s eyes could speak volumes.

 

[So beautiful. My Dai Dai is truly the most beautiful female cultivator in the Four Realms.]  

 

Sang Dai: Thank you, I’ve heard it countless times already.  

 

[Her ears are red again. I should’ve kissed her a little longer last night. But if I had kissed her any longer, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself, and then I’d have offended her, and Dai Dai would’ve been angry again.]  

 

Sang Dai: At least he knows I’d be angry.  

 

[But Dai Dai’s voice sounds so lovely. I really can’t resist…]  

 

Sang Dai: “…”

 

The teacup in her hand shattered with a crack.

 

Blushing furiously, she turned to glare at Su Xuan. “Can you quiet down for once?!”

 

Su Xuan: “?”

 

“I haven’t said anything.”

 

Sang Dai: “You—”

 

She searched desperately for words, but even with her lifetime of linguistic skills, she couldn’t form a proper sentence.

 

Su Xuan truly hadn’t spoken aloud; he had just been narrating in his heart.

 

Turning her head away sharply, Sang Dai stood up and strode hurriedly toward the door.

 

“I’m going out for some air.”

 

Su Xuan instinctively got up to follow her.

 

Sang Dai turned back and snapped, “Don’t follow me! I want to go out alone!”

 

Su Xuan: “???”

 

Before he could react, she was already gone in a flash.

 

He wanted to chase after her, but reason told him that if he did, she might not speak to him again.

 

The fact that she now got angry with him—and that he happily accepted it—was a good sign. It meant their relationship was gradually becoming closer.

 

The leg he had stretched out to chase her froze mid-step before he reluctantly withdrew it.

 

Su Xuan sat back down, though his expression grew puzzled. Why was Sang Dai angry again? She had always been so calm and composed, but recently, she seemed to get mad at him more often.

 

Still, he wasn’t too worried about her safety.

 

Sang Dai was a cultivator in the Grand Ascension Stage—the two of them were undoubtedly the most powerful individuals in the building. On top of that, she wore the Changmang bracelet on her wrist, and his Qingwu Sword was also with her. If she encountered any danger, she had absolute means to protect herself.

 

Su Xuan furrowed his brows, trying to figure out why she was suddenly upset.

 

As his thoughts spiraled, the words Cui Shao had said to him last night floated into his mind.

 

—“But in front of you, she will cry, depend on you, get angry, and also feel joy. This servant believes that to Madam, you are different.”  

 

His mood immediately lifted, like clouds giving way to clear skies.

 

Indeed, Sang Dai had never lost her temper at Liu Lixue, Cui Shao, Shen Ciyu, or even the people of Sword Sect. Toward them, she was always indifferent and calm. It was only in front of Su Xuan that her emotions would fluctuate.

 

Was she angry?

 

No, she was pouting.

 

Dai Dai likes me!  

 

The little fox successfully talked himself into feeling better.

 

Meanwhile, Sang Dai, her cheeks still hot and red, found a quiet place to hide. She patted her face lightly.

 

When it came to shamelessness, the Beast King had none at all. Sang Dai now understood this concept deeply.

 

Last night, she had only let out that one sound, her body reacting faster than her mind. Other than her increasingly quickened breaths, she had been quiet the whole time. And yet, Su Xuan had noticed—and even dared to say those kinds of things in his heart.

 

But since he had only thought it, Sang Dai had no grounds to scold him openly.

 

She glanced at the Qingwu Sword hanging at her waist and jabbed its hilt hard with her slender fingers.

 

“Why is your master so shameless?”

 

Qingwu: “Ying~ Hug hug!”

 

It liked Sang Dai’s aura very much and eagerly pressed itself against her hand.

 

The sword, just like its master, was utterly spineless.

 

Changmang: “…”

 

“I want hugs too!”

 

Sang Dai couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. Changmang slithered along her arm, stubbornly pushing Sang Dai’s hand away from the jealous sword. Qingwu buzzed angrily, its blade humming with a desire to cut this tattered piece of cloth.

 

“Stop fighting. If either of you makes another move, I’ll toss you both to Su Xuan.”

 

Changmang and Qingwu: “We’re quiet! Please spare us!”

 

Su Xuan would either throw Changmang carelessly into a box or keep Qingwu locked away for months without a single battle. After all, Su Xuan usually just turned his enemies to ash with one big burst of fire.

 

Sang Dai lowered her gaze and chuckled softly, her expression gentle and serene.

 

It was a calm and peaceful scene—until the sword cultivator’s expression abruptly turned cold.

 

Sensing something, her long sword shot from its sheath.

 

The sword light split through the air like a breaking dawn, slashing straight toward the corridor’s corner.

 

“Changmang!”

 

Following closely behind Qingwu Sword, Changmang ribbon seized its chance. As the figure dodged Qingwu’s strike, Changmang snuck through the opening, swiftly wrapping itself around the intruder and binding them tightly.

 

The man’s face darkened as he attempted to summon his weapon to cut through the ribbon, but a pitch-black long sword was already hovering at his throat.

 

He froze, his movements halting. Lowering his head, he found himself looking at Sang Dai, who stood a full head shorter than him.

 

Sang Dai’s expression was icy and detached, her eyes void of warmth. Her features were exquisite and strikingly beautiful, yet her gaze was so indifferent that it sent a chill through him.

 

For a moment, his long-dead heart began to beat again.

 

Sang Dai asked coldly, “A Nascent Soul stage cultivator? Who are you?”

 

The person bound by Changmang was dressed in luxurious golden robes embroidered with intricate patterns. His long black hair was tied high into a ponytail with a jade crown. He had handsome features with clean, defined contours, and appeared around the same age as Sang Dai.

 

He didn’t struggle but stared intensely at her, his emotions surging as if they had known each other before.

 

Sang Dai frowned and repeated, “Speak.”

 

The man took a deep breath, exhaled, then inhaled again—over and over as if he were struggling to breathe.

 

Sang Dai: “…Are you going to answer or not?”

 

“I-I-I will! I’ll speak!” he stammered.

 

Sang Dai: “…”

 

“I—I, hello, I… my name is Qiu Chengxi.”

 

Sang Dai: “…”

 

Qiu Chengxi took a deep breath again. “Sister, do you still remember me?”

 

Sang Dai: “…?”

 

He grew visibly more excited, stepping forward. Despite his tall and imposing stature, he bent down like a child trying to meet her gaze.

 

“Sister, it’s me!”

 

Sang Dai frowned. A strong sandalwood fragrance emanated from him. She disliked such strong scents, and she disliked even more when strangers got too close to her.

 

She took a step back, her sword still at his throat. “Don’t call me that. I don’t know you.”

 

Qiu Chengxi stepped forward again. “Sister, it’s me! Do you remember Sifang City back then? I said I’d marry you.”

 

Sang Dai: “???”

 

Qingwu Sword erupted angrily: “What nonsense! Who dares to compete with my master for a wife?!”

 

The sword buzzed with rage, its blade trembling. In its fury, it accidentally grazed Qiu Chengxi’s neck, leaving a thin cut that bled immediately.

 

Sang Dai gasped in surprise and quickly withdrew her sword.

 

Qiu Chengxi didn’t seem to care at all. He stepped forward again, his expression earnest. “It’s me. I promised you back then I’d marry you. Don’t you remember? I’ve now reached the Nascent Soul stage, the poison has been cured, and I can finally take a wife. Sister, you can marry me now!”

 

Qingwu Sword roared furiously: “Die, you mangy dog!”

 

Losing control for a moment, Qingwu Sword shot forward, aiming straight for Qiu Chengxi’s throat.

 

Qiu Chengxi frowned and swiftly stepped back. The floor beneath him collapsed as he retreated, and a wooden wall shot up from the ground.

 

Qingwu’s blade struck the wooden wall, yet, inexplicably, the thin wall did not break. Instead, it concealed countless hidden clasps within. The moment Qingwu Sword pierced through, the clasps latched onto its blade, trapping it completely.

 

A Heaven-grade spiritual weapon could not break free from a mere wooden wall.

 

Sang Dai’s expression darkened.

 

She knew Qiu Chengxi’s mastery of mechanisms was formidable, but she hadn’t expected it to be this terrifying.

 

Changmang tightened its grip even further, yet Qiu Chengxi made no effort to struggle. Bound as he was, he still tried to approach Sang Dai.

 

“Sister, sister, look at me! Do you remember me now?”

 

Sang Dai: “…I don’t remember.”

 

Qiu Chengxi’s face instantly fell, looking pitiful and dejected. But he quickly adjusted his mood and smiled brightly again. “It’s fine if you don’t remember! Sister, marry me? I’m the master of Chunqiu Tower. Although I’m only a Nascent Soul cultivator for now, I promise I’ll cultivate hard to catch up with you!”

 

Sang Dai drew Qingwu Sword in one swift motion, its tip pressing firmly against Qiu Chengxi’s chest. “I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. I already have a husband.”

 

Qiu Chengxi shook his head earnestly. “That’s fine. I don’t mind.”

 

Sang Dai: “???”

 

Changmang: “???”

 

Qingwu Sword: “…”

 

Qingwu Sword bellowed in rage: “Master, your wife is about to be stolen!!!”

 

In the room where Su Xuan was leisurely brewing tea, his hands trembled.

 

Qingwu’s sword spirit frantically transmitted its voice to him: “Still drinking tea? Are you still drinking tea right now?! Your wife’s about to be stolen!”

 

Su Xuan: “…What did you just say?”

 

Ridiculous. Who dared to steal his wife?  

 

Qingwu screeched: “A pretty boy is trying to take Dai Dai! He’s proposing to her!!”

 

Su Xuan: “…”

 

His teeth ground audibly.

 

Meanwhile, in front of Sang Dai—who stared at Qiu Chengxi with stunned disbelief—he sincerely added, “Sister, just divorce him and be my wife!”

 

Sang Dai’s face went completely blank.

 

Suddenly, a chill swept through the air behind her.

 

The Qingwu Sword in her hand wrenched free of her grasp, slicing mercilessly toward Qiu Chengxi.

 

Sang Dai turned around sharply, only to see a black-clad figure standing at the corner. Flames of Karmic Fire burned wildly around him, his silver hair flowing like a torrent in the heatwave.

 

His expression was stormy, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

 

But when their gazes met, his voice boomed deafeningly in Sang Dai’s sea of consciousness:

 

[“DAI DAI!!!”]

 

Sang Dai: “…”

 

She closed her eyes.

 

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